Morgan, rather uncharacteristically, had been anxious when the event had begun that she wouldn't know anyone: after all, she did not recognise whom any of the lanterns were made for, each one so personalised for a soul she would now never know. When Loren approached her she was glad to hear a familiar voice, having felt herself dip into a rather morose place as she looked over the lanterns. "Go ahead. They are all lost memories, none better than the others."
Loren's lantern certainly was quite a bit more flashy though and she looked at it curiously, turning to ask him: "Who do you mourn tonight?"
However, before he had the chance to answer or Morgan to ask him anything further, the man was being screamed at by a...man? Beast? That she had never seen before: the Captain swiftly took steps back to distance herself, knowing when to stay out of a personal mess when she saw one. She'd ask him about the lantern later.
